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It's even too silly and dimwit for me too.... It's gonna be happy cocktail hour soon.
I don't even drink ah, except ay special wedding and funeral celebrations. It's goofy to be here and fret. We'll turn into wrinkled prune face kooks, singing the blues at a crescent moon that sigh... oh,
is a scythe.
"degradation"
The garden scythe wields with a sharp blade. Nature's autumn harvest Moon is coming soon.
When the lies, betrayal, and nonsense is exposed, the light shines on the dark era, a good people will soon picket?
Youth want sweet soda pop?
Fresh gum to chew. Whiter front teeth.
Tooth paste? Thermal Under Garments.
Boxer shots, wool boxing gloves, for loving people.
Where is Glenn. Furious? apologies. Wear a yarmulke?
A rock star with a head shaved bare? Mad as a hellion.
It's the trouble making commenters who are "humiliated"
